Tag: baking

There’s really no reason for me to write anything else. Doesn’t that just sound terrible? Spoiler: They’re not so terrible. I was lucky enough to inherit my grandmother’s dishes. The set came with some cute little baking dishes with lids. Unfortunately only one survived the move. It’s my little grease holder. I started keeping the grease…

There’s a photograph somewhere, of me baking with my grandma. I’m on a step-stool, sleeves rolled up, and I’m wearing an apron that was probably a flour sack in its former life. Grandma is supervising my determined cookie-rolling, a smile on her face. She is calm. I remember the experience probably just through that photograph….